Today, Jules, Dean, Eric and I went up on Slocan Peak, the highest summit overlooking this part of the valley. We drove up the mountain on that long winding rough road, until thick patches of snow forced us to continue on foot to the summit. Soon after we started walking, a couple happy hoots and branches breaking were heard on the slope below us.
We stopped and played flutes and the Tibetan bowl for some moments, to greet our hairy forest friends who had just welcomed us. We kept hiking up the road and right then, we heard some low and slow drumming on what sounded like a hollow tree or stump, like a regular heart beat, coming up from the same steep slope of dense woods below us.
We felt we were being observed, greeted and expected, as we had been called there by them and had…
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